Yesterday was the National Day of Prayer. I decided that rather than commute to the church that I attend in the city, I would go and pray at a church near where I work, that has posted hours for their observance of the day on a sign outside the building for a few weeks. I called ahead to confirm the time and headed over.
While I am not particularly shy, walking into a room with a group of strangers gathered around a conference table, who aren't expecting me was a bit daunting. Everyone was friendly as the pastor introduced everyone, gave us instructions on the seven areas about which we would be praying, and asked us to pick one area about which to pray aloud. Researchers state that many individuals place public speaking ahead of death on their list of greatest fears. But anxiety aside, I was there to petition the Lord about my country which is so desperately in need of His touch. So, I shut my eyes and waited for my turn.
Once we began to pray, the particular details of those seven or so individual faces, melted away. While we were different heights, weights, and skin colors, I immediately noticed a family resemblance. These folks had our father's heart. It was a blessing to gather at the table with them.
"Behold, how good and pleasant it is for brothers to dwell together in unity!" Psalm 133:1
